United States Of Tara Brie Larson Novels & Stories

Tara opened her eyes when she heard the doctor’s voice. The doctor simply gave her a piece of paper and left. I was anxious when Tara burst into tears. Fear gripped my heart. Is she terminally ill? I took the paper from her and my knees trembled. She’s four weeks pregnant. It shouldn’t have happened if I had controlled myself that day. She was crying when my parents arrived. I admire Tara as she still shielded me despite causing her pain by asking a divorce. She told them that she was happy and I wasn’t unhappy but was incredulous.

Tara p.o.v My name is Tara Stewart , am sixteen years old. I live with my mum, step dad and my stepsister janet who I aslo call jane for short form. Before my mom met my step dad I had my dad who was a soldier he died when he was at war . And my mom was in depression and it was worrying me alot. I didn't know how to help her. I don't know what was wrong or I was curious but it feels like a miracle just happened.

I guess it's not a new thing to say that she was looking extremely hot in the outfit. I couldn't help but hold her hands tight because they might want to make advances towards her. "Tara is here" I heard someone say, and everyone turned around to see her. My heart skipped a beat. Who invited her? How did she know I'd be here? I held Madison's hand tighter than before. It's high time I stand up for what I love, and who I want to be with. "Beautiful Tara... Xeus's daughter. Oh my God! She's putting on the most expensive attire" They chorused.

I guess it's not a new thing to say that she was looking extremely hot in the outfit. I couldn't help but hold her hands tight because they might want to make advances towards her. "Tara is here" I heard someone say, and everyone turned around to see her. My heart skipped a beat. Who invited her? How did she know I'd be here? I held Madison's hand tighter than before. It's high time I stand up for what I love, and who I want to be with. "Beautiful Tara... Xeus's daughter. Oh my God! She's putting on the most expensive attire" They chorused.

Tara smiled. “It has it's perks, what about you, settling down with Oscar, having a baby.” You returned the question. “We are only across the hall, but I still feel like we haven't seen each other in months.” Tara replied, she didn’t lie when she said she’d follow where you go. “We haven't properly, I've been busy at work and raising Laila.” You replied. A little girl comes toddling into the kitchen, she had pink dungarees on, long blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes.

' I just laughed at their banter about their daughters, though it made me crave that future. Aura and I have kept contact with Blaine and Lainee through our shared link and I even opened one with Cleo. Once I'd remembered I was able to do it with Jacob, Ryan, and even Cristian, I opened a link with her. She said it had to be some crazy warrior thing, leading me to become more curious with what comes with being a Black Moon member. I haven't confronted Tate yet about my curiosity, only Blaine and Lainee. They told me to ask Tate's mother, who was apparently a keeper for the council and kept all their documents and books. She knew all the history.

he continues, looking sorrowful. “I understand Frederick. I know that if you could have, you would have helped. You were always kind to me and Livvy and I am grateful for that. Mason would have killed you if you tried to help or speak out. And what good would you have been to me or your family dead?” Tara replied, a smile gracing her exhausted face. “It was an honor serving you, Luna,” Doctor Lars says before he leaves us in the room alone. “So, where do you want to stay for the night?” I ask, noting how tired Tara is.

But looking at her now, it was such a relief that she was doing alright. "I'm really sorry about that day. I couldn't dare to go against Ashley," she whispered, glancing at Ashley, who stood at the far end of the sculpture room, fiddling with a cigarette stick. I gave Tara a smile. "It's fine. I hurt you. So we're even." She grinned at me, holding out a hand for a handshake. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Tara, a second-tier student." I accepted her handshake, and her gaze dipped over my belly. "You're pregnant," she said, and my smile faltered.

The name did sound familiar like I've heard it somewhere but the face was a definite no. “Okay, I'm Tara Collin, an international model and popular Canadian actress, also daughter to the owners of TIMHA ” She said, clearly losing her patience. “You must be only popular in your home country because I've never heard of you.” I muttered and she lost it. “Wait until I tell my boyfriend about you, you're so getting fired.” “Your boyfriend?” I asked, confused as to what her boyfriend had to do with me or how he even got into the discussion.

Inviting his mistress to our home is an intentional, nasty insult to Tara's memory. It's Lea rubbing her victory in the faces of anyone who actually knew the real Mrs. Jackson. "Don't cause a scene, Alexander," Lea murmurs, feeling the tension giving off my body. I ignore her, my eyes drifting across the room. Tara is standing near the hallway arch, holding a silver tray of appetizers. She is out of that horrible, shapeless sack, wearing the crisp black-and-white uniform designated for events. Her hair is pulled back, exposing the graceful line of her neck.